Transition, vision, transformation. Poplar is known as “the tree that transcends fear”.
It’s very obvious that I’m drawn to trees. What fascinates me is how often they tell me something about myself, and help me process my current stumbling blocks to progress. For the past few years I’ve taken the approach that they’ll come to my rescue when I need them, so I know that I’ll feel the urge to photograph when the time is right. I love change, and look for it. Turns out that I don’t deal with it all that well if I can’t control it. Ego feeds fear, and the need to control things. A testing time.
Picking up the camera, lately, has been difficult to do. That’s when I know that the world has overtaken me. Spending two peaceful weeks out at Lake Tarawera, courtesy of the incredible generosity of very dear friends, has been just what the doctor ordered; but no matter how “keen” I thought I should feel, there was no urge to photograph the magnificent scenery of that place. I just revelled in what I’d missed over the past 18 months – the bush, the lake and the birds, and the silence. A huge fat kereru balancing on the powerlines close to the house, fantails and tuis flitting backwards and forwards, often almost close enough to touch. And the silence.
I just listened and watched. And started walking with my camera.
Still no urge to make pictures until I came upon the poplars, the most out of place trees one could imagine in this environment. Implants and usurpers. But connected with my ancestors, they had something to tell me.
A reminder to be strong, that transformation is necessary for growth, to remember the vision, and that control is the enemy of freedom.